Ben Brickson
What an Odd Stone?
Feeling grateful to have escaped the Mushroom Ent, Priscilla hurried down the path to check on Yarrow.
"Yarrow! Are you okay? I heard your clattering—I’m so glad you made it away!"
"Yes, yes, my dear, quite alright," replied the now older, slower sloth. "I never introduced myself properly. I am Yarrow, a wanderer of the woods... but more than that. Many know me as the 'Questing Beast,' though I rarely say so aloud."
"You’re the Questing Beast?!" Priscilla was stunned. She’d been trying to return a found stone to such a creature when she first encountered Yarrow.
"Yes, one of my many names. Do I not look the warrior part?"
"I—no, that’s not what I meant," stammered Priscilla. She hated these kinds of awkward moments.
What an Odd Stone?
Feeling grateful to have escaped the Mushroom Ent, Priscilla hurried down the path to check on Yarrow.
"Yarrow! Are you okay? I heard your clattering—I’m so glad you made it away!"
"Yes, yes, my dear, quite alright," replied the now older, slower sloth. "I never introduced myself properly. I am Yarrow, a wanderer of the woods... but more than that. Many know me as the 'Questing Beast,' though I rarely say so aloud."
"You’re the Questing Beast?!" Priscilla was stunned. She’d been trying to return a found stone to such a creature when she first encountered Yarrow.
"Yes, one of my many names. Do I not look the warrior part?"
"I—no, that’s not what I meant," stammered Priscilla. She hated these kinds of awkward moments.